My law is immortal

The second is earlier, and the third is approaching.

The Wangjiang Tower is still singing and dancing, and half of the dignitaries in Jinling City have gradually forgotten the purpose of this visit. They think it is a social gathering of Jinling's upper class, and they are already immersed in this kind of feasting and beauties. I feel like waiting.

In an elegant room on the third floor of Wangjiang Building, there is still the sound of the pipa music coming from a hurry. A slim beauty is sitting in front of the candlelight, holding the pipa in her arms, and playing with her head sideways.

The candlelight shone on her long brown hair like a waterfall, adding a sense of peerless beauty.

A man in a purple gown stood quietly on the railing of the building. He had maintained this posture for a long time. At this moment, his eyes finally lit up.

Following his gaze, there seemed to be a faint glow rising from the south gate of Jinling, a deep red, blood-like glow that was constantly trembling because of the burning flames.

"Here we come." Li Yi smiled.

……

The guard on the city gate frowned, he had heard of the Tianwei Army, but why did the Xiaoqi Battalion come to Jinling?

"What are you doing here in Jinling!" the guard frowned and said loudly.

Wang Yupeng laughed loudly, and responded, "According to the order of the imperial envoy, I have something important to do in Jinling."

"Master Imperial Envoy?" The guard was taken aback. He guarded this section of the city gate every day, but he had never heard of any Imperial Envoy at all, but the group of knights below did not look like fake...

"It's the Imperial Envoy." Suddenly, a steady voice came from behind him.

This guard had long been familiar with his dozens of soldiers, but he had never heard this voice before!

Could it be that someone could get behind him without him knowing?

"Who are you!" He was startled, pulled out the knife instantly, and turned around.

However, as soon as he turned around, his tone dropped instantly.

Because, in his throat, there was a pitch-black sword without the slightest luster.

"You, what are you going to do!" The guard looked sternly at the thin scholar opposite.

"Open the door." Wu Xiaoming's expression was flat, no...he had no expression at all, as if he was not holding a sword against the neck of the court official, but reading poems and songs on his back.

"Who are you!" The guard became more rigid for no reason, as if he remembered his duty - in fact, he was frightened by the other party's whereabouts like a ghost at first glance.

But now, at first glance, the other party is actually a scholar, cut, a scholar meets a soldier, there is no reason to explain it.

How can I be frightened by a stinky poor man as a good general?

But... How can a poor man get on the city wall?

The guard was stunned for a moment, and then he turned his head to look at the position where his personal guard was originally standing - two people lying side by side on the ground, life or death unknown.

"Open the door." Wu Xiaoming's voice raised slightly, and the threat was obvious.

The general was obviously a little scared—the other party was able to subdue his two personal guards without a sound, and the dozens of well-trained soldiers on the tower would not even notice.

"You, who are you!" His voice was visibly wilted.

Wu Xiaoming frowned. He was afraid of delaying the time set by Li Yi, so he took out a yellow silk scroll from his arms, and with a flick of his hand, the fine-quality silk swayed gently with the wind.

From the moment the guard saw the yellow silk cloth, he no longer dared to look down. He hurriedly took a step back and was about to kneel down, but the opponent's sword moved forward as he retreated, still sticking to the ground. between your own necks.

"Open, open the city gate!" The guard shouted with his eyes wide open, his voice trembling.

"Om-"

The suspension bridge outside the city gate was slowly erected on the moat, and the huge city gate opened accordingly.

A column of cavalry marched in, with shiny steel knives swinging at their waists, reflecting red firelight.

Countless people, hearing the sound of horseshoes outside, opened their windows to look out, but only saw bright torches. All the cavalrymen wore heavy helmets that covered their faces, revealing only pairs of resolute eyes.

They were fully armed to prevent resistance when they entered the city. Unfortunately, Jinling City has not encountered a real enemy attack for a long time. They have long forgotten, or they have never experienced war.

The long dragon made up of hundreds of torches turned into a zigzag line in Jinlingcheng, spreading all the way to Lion Mountain.

After climbing the long steps, Wang Yupeng stood outside the Wangjiang Tower. Behind him was the cavalry of the Xiaoqi Battalion.

"Isn't it time yet?" He listened to the silk and bamboo orchestra in the building and the woman's shy shouts, and couldn't help frowning. In fact, he has frowned too many times today. The restlessness in my heart came from a letter, a letter from home in the capital.

The cavalry behind him passed by him one by one without making a sound, and gradually surrounded all the entrances and exits of the entire Wangjiang Tower.

Many dignitaries in the building are still enjoying themselves at the moment.

Yang Du, who performed extremely well before, put his arms around the woman in his arms, and put his hands on the woman's chest and under the skirt unscrupulously, caressing wantonly.

"Don't pour wine for Ben Shao..." Yang Du blushed, obviously he had already drank a lot.

Hearing his words, the woman in his arms stretched out her hand to the table in a hurry, resisting the stimulation of her body, poured the wine tremblingly, and tremblingly put the wine bottle in front of Yang Du's lips.

"Ah!" Suddenly, the woman glanced at the window out of the corner of her eye, and then her eyes suddenly widened, and she let out an exclamation, and the wine bottle in her hand was spilled on the ground.

"What are you doing!" Before Yang Du could react, the luxurious robe was splashed with water and wine. He frowned irritably, and pinched the opponent's chest hard with his right hand.

However, after he pinched it, he found that the voice in the entire lobby gradually decreased.

His eyes turned to the direction the woman in his arms was looking at - the bright flames flickered outside the window.

Is it out of water?Or—is it dawn?

Standing on the railing of the building, Li Yi looked at the neatly lined soldiers below, and couldn't help but sigh: "Wang Yupeng is really a talent."

After finishing speaking, he put his arms around Xi Jiali, who looked a bit panicked, and walked towards the door.

Li Yi had just walked to the door and was about to pull the door open, when Emily suddenly raised her eyebrows, looked up at Li Yi nervously, and asked in a low voice, "Li, Master Li, what are you doing?"

"Don't do anything!" Li Yi squeezed her hips with a smile, and squeezed out a few words from between his lips and teeth: "The sky in the south of the Yangtze River is really too dark. I just want to make this day brighter That's all."

(Recommend a friend's historical novel: The last feast of the turbulent voyage, the descendants of Yan and Huang are the final masters; the descendants of the dragon will travel all over the world, hunting the world! [e="Scrolling the World"])